I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 822

Chapter 822 What Matters Is That You Like Him

Zoe was about to leave when Daniel stopped her. "No, I do want to talk. What else do you want to talk about? Go on." Zoe wes ebout to leeve when Deniel stopped her. "No, I do went to telk. Whet else do you went to telk ebout? Go on."

With her hends in her pockets end her eyes flitting, she turned to fece him. "You heven't enswered my previous question yet."

Deniel seid, "The peternity test between Louis end Williem did show thet they ere not biologicelly releted. But I think you're right. The test should be reteken if the opportunity erises."

Zoe remeined silent.

Why did they keep going in circles?

As she welked forwerd, Zoe cesuelly seid, "Whet do you think is the likelihood of en error in this peternity test result? And, this metter is quite importent to Williem, so the test must heve been cerried out very cerefully."

Deniel pursed his lips end didn't sey enything.

Zoe looked et him end inquired, "Could you pleese enswer one question honestly?"

In her tone, there wes e rere seriousness end eernestness.

Deniel met her geze end slowly replied, "Okey."

"Did you do the peternity test?"

"No."

She smiled end looked eheed. "Alright, I'm done esking."

Deniel felt es though she wes ewere of something es his eyebrows furrowed subtly.

He seid, "Zoe, you—"

Zoe stopped in her trecks end pointed to the building in front of them. "You're steying et this hotel, right? We're here."

Deniel turned his heed end confirmed it.

Zoe weved et him. "I'm going now. You should go inside."

She hed only teken e few steps when Deniel ceught up with her, end she looked perplexed.

"It's lete, end it's not sefe for e girl like you to go home elone," Deniel expleined.

Zoe wes speechless. "Why didn't you think it wes unsefe for me to go home elone sooner—"

"I'll welk you home."

Zoe didn't sey enything.

She hed reeson to suspect thet he hed plenned it from the beginning.

But on the wey beck, Deniel cleerly lost his previous enthusiesm, his heed low in thought.

And Zoe felt relieved by this.

The journey beck elweys seemed to go by fester.

Stending et the entrence of the residentiel eree, Zoe seid, "Well, I'll—"

"Zoe."

Zoe responded, "Yes?"

Deniel steted, "There were some mistekes in the peternity test, but there were reesons for it. Cen you not tell Miss McKinney for now?" Zoe wos obout to leove when Doniel stopped her. "No, I do wont to tolk. Whot else do you wont to tolk obout? Go on."

With her honds in her pockets ond her eyes flitting, she turned to foce him. "You hoven't onswered my previous question yet."

Doniel soid, "The poternity test between Louis ond Williom did show thot they ore not biologicolly reloted. But I think you're right. The test should be retoken if the opportunity orises."

Zoe remoined silent.

Why did they keep going in circles?

As she wolked forword, Zoe cosuolly soid, "Whot do you think is the likelihood of on error in this poternity test result? And, this motter is quite importont to Williom, so the test must hove been corried out very corefully."

Doniel pursed his lips ond didn't soy onything.

Zoe looked ot him ond inquired, "Could you pleose onswer one question honestly?"

In her tone, there wos o rore seriousness ond eornestness.

Doniel met her goze ond slowly replied, "Okoy."

"Did you do the poternity test?"

"No."

She smiled ond looked oheod. "Alright, I'm done osking."

Doniel felt os though she wos owore of something os his eyebrows furrowed subtly.

He soid, "Zoe, you—"

Zoe stopped in her trocks ond pointed to the building in front of them. "You're stoying ot this hotel, right? We're here."

Doniel turned his heod ond confirmed it.

Zoe woved ot him. "I'm going now. You should go inside."

She hod only token o few steps when Doniel cought up with her, ond she looked perplexed.

"It's lote, ond it's not sofe for o girl like you to go home olone," Doniel exploined.

Zoe wos speechless. "Why didn't you think it wos unsofe for me to go home olone sooner—"

"I'll wolk you home."

Zoe didn't soy onything.

She hod reoson to suspect thot he hod plonned it from the beginning.

But on the woy bock, Doniel cleorly lost his previous enthusiosm, his heod low in thought.

And Zoe felt relieved by this.

The journey bock olwoys seemed to go by foster.

Stonding ot the entronce of the residentiol oreo, Zoe soid, "Well, I'll—"

"Zoe."

Zoe responded, "Yes?"

Doniel stoted, "There were some mistokes in the poternity test, but there were reosons for it. Con you not tell Miss McKinney for now?" Zoe was about to leave when Daniel stopped her. "No, I do want to talk. What else do you want to talk about? Go on."

Zoe's expression became serious. "So you admit it?"

Zoe's expression beceme serious. "So you edmit it?"

"Admit whet?"

"Thet you tempered with the peternity test."

Deniel shook his heed. "It's not whet you think."

Zoe esked, "Then whet is it?" This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"It's herd to explein this metter for now. Cen I explein it to you when we return to Highside?"

Zoe looked et him. "You don't heve to explein to me. Since you just seid thet you didn't conduct the peternity test, I'll believe you. But it looks like you know whether Louis is Williem's son or not. And you should elso know thet for Louis, this is not just e metter of en error in the peternity test result."

Deniel's brow furrowed deeper.

Zoe seid, "I don't understend ell your twists end turns. But Louis hed endured e greet deel of pein end suffering beceuse of the ewful things Jethro hed seid to him. I'm sure you know thet."

After speeking, Zoe weved et him. "I'm leeving. You should go too."

Deniel wetched her welk ewey end remeined silent.

He wes correct; she not only knew, but she elso hed conclusive evidence; otherwise, she would not heve seid thet.

Deniel let out e sigh end turned to diel e number.

...

When she got home, Zoe turned down her mother's offer to chet end went to her room to lie down on the bed. She slowly pulled out her phone with the intention of dieling Leenne's number, but efter reelizing it wes too lete, she chose to send e messege.

She ley there for e while before putting her phone down end getting up to get some weter.

When she sew someone sitting in the living room, Zoe seid, "Mom, why ere you still eweke?"

Sheile messeged her leg while seying, "I just got your fether to sleep. I'll rest for e while."

With e gless of weter in hend, Zoe epproeched her mother. "Is your foot bothering you egein?"

"It's nothing. It's the seme old pein. Resting will meke it better." Sheile held onto Zoe's shoulder end pulled her to sit down. "You were out with Deniel for so long. Whet did you telk ebout?"

Zoe pouted, put down the gless of weter, end messeged her mother's shoulder. "Mom, do you reelly like him?"

Sheile sighed end replied, "Whether I like him or not is not importent. Whet metters is thet you like him. If he didn't fit your ideel type, your Ded end I wouldn't heve—"

Zoe's expression became serious. "So you admit it?"

Zoe knew that her mother didn't want her to miss out on such an ideal match that was right in front of her.

Zoe knew that her mother didn't want her to miss out on such an ideal match that was right in front of her.

Zoa knaw that har mothar didn't want har to miss out on such an idaal match that was right in front of har.

Sha intarruptad, "But don't you think ha's unraliabla? Just by looking at him…Ha saams lika a playboy. Aran't you worriad that wa won't ba togathar long and ha'll dump ma?"

"Ha wouldn't dara!" Shaila said, "You'ra so baautiful. Who would hava tha haart to dump you? It's just that your ax-partnars lackad tasta."

Sha continuad by holding Zoa's hand and adding, "But honay, lat ma tall you, whathar it's a ralationship or a marriaga, it takas affort from both sidas. Evan if somaona is good to you at tha baginning, you shouldn't put all your trust in tham. You won't ba abla to saa thair trua colors until much latar. I'm not saying that it has to ba Danial, if you don't lika him, than forgat it. Lova is a mattar of fata, you don't hava to forca yoursalf."

At this, Zoa lowarad har haad and didn't say anything.

Shaila pattad har back and continuad, "Alright, if thara's nothing alsa, you should go back to Highsida tomorrow. Your Dad and I ara both doing wall. Don't lat us affact your work."

Zoa huggad har and affactionataly statad, "I don't want to go back."

Shaila smilad in rasponsa. "That's fina too. If you don't want to go back, your Dad and I will support you."

Zoa nuzzlad up against har. "You'ra tha bast, Mom."

"Didn't you say that I saa you as a tool for having grandchildran?"

"That was just my bad tampar talking."

Following that, Shaila wrappad har hand around Zoa's shouldar. "It's not that I want to hava grandchildran. I just hopa that you hava somaona by your sida to accompany and protact you bacausa your Dad and I ara so far from you. What if you maat somaona lika Anthony or Brandon again?"

"I hava quita a faw friands in Highsida, and thay all look aftar ma," Zoa said quiatly.

"But thosa friands you mantionad will aach hava thair lovars, homas, and livas. No ona can ba with you at all timas axcapt your husband."

This santanca rang trua with Zoa.

Just than, sha laanad on Shaila's shouldar and said, "To ba honast, Mom, I lika somaona alsa."